The sun was just beginning to break over the eastern ridge when my eyes snapped open.
I sat up, instantly checking the nightstand. My phone screen was blank—no missed calls, no texts. Drakon was still dark.
I picked up my phone anyway and dialed his number one more time, holding my breath as it rang out into the quiet room. Four rings later, it went straight to voicemail again.
I threw off the covers, threw on my tactical pants and dark jacket, and headed straight downstairs to Michael’s office.
When I shoved the metal door open, the room was empty—Michael was nowhere to be found, likely grabbing coffee or checking hardware up top. I didn't waste time looking for him. I walked around his desk, pulled his chair out, and logged straight into his terminal.
My fingers flew across the keyb
